The icy golden vertical pupils scrutinized everyone closely, suffocating pressure washing over their noses and mouths like a tide and making it hard for them to breathe.
The Warden grew increasingly suspicious. He noticed that these people's auras were highly unstable, as if they had undergone a brief burst of power, while their mental fluctuations were exceptionally active. They clearly looked like they had only just broken through.
"Who was it?! Who was helping you from behind the scenes?"
The Warden was worthy of being one of the Ten Kings. Even if his mind was not entirely clear at the moment, a powerhouse of his caliber possessed an astonishing instinct for battle.
At a glance, he spotted what was wrong with them.
Everyone exchanged looks. In truth, they had noticed something strange earlier as well. One person breaking through could be a coincidence, but could everyone breaking through at once still be a coincidence?
Yet none of them could explain why.
The question allowed the Warden to regain a little clarity. Then he suddenly realized an even more serious problem.
Where were my people??
The army of Mutated Beasts, the Twelve Beast Tamers, the One Hundred and Eight Beast Heads...
Where were they!?
This attack on Apocalypse had clearly been foolproof, yet when he looked around now, he was practically alone.
He had only spent a short while with his adoptive father, yet everyone was gone... Wait, where was his adoptive father!?
The Warden thought of his adoptive father again, and the clarity in his eyes gradually gave way to madness.
He gave up thinking and decided to kill the people before him first.
"Since you can't answer, then die. Sunburst!"
The airflow around the Warden churned violently. Crimson Blood Qi seeped from between his scales like rising mist, gathering